Page 167 of Scattered Glitter

Instead, I let myself feel him, his heat, his weight, the way his breath fans across my face. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating. I want more.

“Sylus.” His name on my lips is like a secret, a plea, a prayer. The wetness between my legs pools as my body continues aching for him, needing him.

He dips his head, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, teasing kiss. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I deepen the connection, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

His hips grind against mine, the friction against my thigh sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

As an invitation, I spread my legs wider, opening myself up to him completely. “Please.” My hips arch up to meet his, my body begging for him. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me.”

“Fuck.” His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh with a delicious, bruising force. “There’s nothing I’d rather do, but the twins are sitting on your couch, waiting for us, and your door’s still open.”

I freeze, glancing over to see the door is, indeed, ajar.

They heard everything.

“Don’t blush, Sparkle,” Sylus murmurs with a wicked grin. “I’m sure Koen enjoyed every second of it. Wanna bet on the size of the boner he’s got right now?”

“Shut up.” I groan, pushing him off me, and he goes easily with a laugh.

I stand, pulling off the askew bathrobe, and reach for the nearest oversized hoodie, tugging it over my still-warm skin. Then, I slide into a pair of loose shorts, making my way into the living room. Sylus trails behind me, and as I enter the small space, I find the twins sprawled out on my pink couch with an enormous plate of sushi spread across the coffee table.

“Well, hello there.” Levi is already reaching for a piece with his chopsticks, glancing up at me with that familiar grin. “We wanted to eat with you, but I guess Sylus misunderstood the assignment.”

My cheeks heat up, and my gaze flicks to Koen, who’s watching me with a look so intense that I feel it down to my toes. His eyes follow the subtle shift of my legs, and I press my thighs together reflexively. He notices, of course, and his fingers tighten on his thigh, knuckles whitening as if he’s barely holding back from standing, putting me over his shoulder, and taking me back to bed to make me scream some more.

Sylus chuckles from behind me, so I glare over my shoulder at him as he walks past me, grabs a pillow from the couch, and settles on it, cross-legged on the floor. There’s nospace for me left on the couch, but before I can even consider where to sit, Sylus reaches up, pulls me down into his lap, and wraps his arms securely around my waist. His chin rests on my shoulder, and I shiver when he nips at my throat.

I don’t push him away this time. Instead, I let myself settle against him, and I realize how much I missed this.

Missed them.

The last two days have been mostly quiet, with only a string of lightheartedwould you ratherquestions exchanged with Nicholas over text. I worked my shifts at Euphoria, sure, but the rest of the time, I was either watching parkour videos or scrolling through old footage of Levi and Koen’s shows, only to realize I was obsessing over them, which is anything but healthy.

Then, I resorted to a season ofMasterChefand finished that diamond painting of a unicorn. Somehow, all of that only made me ache for them even more.

I’m fucked.

“What are you guys doing here? It’s three in the morning,” I note, glancing at the clock. I don’t even bother asking how they got in. I know Sylus has his ways, and I’d already given him permission.

Sylus picks up a piece of maki with his fingers, holding it in front of my mouth. “Open,” he murmurs, teasingly nudging it forward. I oblige, taking in the whole piece and his fingers. He groans, shifting beneath me as his hardness presses against me.

Payback.

I reach for a piece, holding it up to Sylus’s lips. His eyes spark with pleasure about me feeding him as he takes it, his arms tightening around me, pulling me in even closer. The warmth of his body seeps into me, and I let myself sink into the comfort.

“Like Dove said.” Koen leans back on the couch. “We wanted to eat with you but thought we’d wait until you were done with work.”

“Yeah, andhesaid we couldn’t go in and watch you,” Levi adds with a mischievous grin. “So damn boring.”

“Okay,” I reply hesitantly. “That’s… nice.”

I guess?

Sylus places a gentle kiss on the top of my head, reaching for another piece of sushi, and I do the same, letting the comfortable silence settle in as we all dig in before eventually breaking it a few minutes later.

“Where’s Ezra?” I ask, glancing around, expecting him to materialize from some corner of the room.

Sylus chuckles. “Waiting in the car outside.”

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